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A group of ASTRAL entrepreneurs formed a PERNICIOUS ENTERPRISE.
The group would TRAVERSE the universe in search of worlds comprised
of mealy-mouthed, self-serving, indecisive cretins.
They believed the cretins, foul as they were, would be easily controlled.
They also wanted to steal the VISAGE of the more attractive cretins, believing that they would be able to use this visage on one of their own to act as a SENTRY in each of the worlds that they wanted to include in their conglomerate. They believed the sentry would spy from within and DAMPEN the defenses of their adversaries during negotiations.
They were thwarted, however, whereupon coming to Earth they
discovered that their planted sentry had become a double agent
and had warned the Earthlings of their plans. The Earthlings easily
defeated the entrepreneurs’ and placed a BLEMISH on their list of
targeted acquisitions, sealing Earth’s autonomy.
E'er since slip of a lad
little boy painfully shy
think Holden Caulfield
Catcher in the Rye,
(a teen cult classic penned by
Jerome David Salinger),
now resuming poem
about me, no why
ne'er beseeched, implored,
or pleaded to our Unitarian father
art thou in heaven...
socially withdrawn kid
wherefore I ne'er did ply
risk taking, and rarely did try
to test (dis)comfort zones,
nonetheless did despair
and silently decry
failing with flying colors plus my
lackluster luck concerning
absolute zero friends, I don't deny
abysmal classroom experience
linkedin with comprehension how to try
adding insult to injury teacher's pet
chosen to help, course
I wanted to disappear and die
feeling utterly inferior no lie
hated life (mine) anyone
could easily espy,
non verbal body language
spoke volumes, imagining
Matthew Scott to vanish
into thin air whisked into sky,
and even now envision well nigh
alien abduction, one garden
(hybrid) variety guy
taken as token Earthling, an ally
among nonhuman species, where
unconditional acceptance doth apply
feted as guest of honor trumpeted
profuse gratitude expressed to fortify
genuine appreciation, where the
multitudes of highly
intelligent robot anoint and deify
one humble scribe formerly
residing in Schwenksville,
the above I certify
as true so please don't vilify.
If I ever meet depression in the physical form
I will inflict more damage than a biblical storm.
Invading my mind like satanic parasites,
feasting on my happiness bite after bite.
I'm hating myself for the person I've become,
I'm helpless to it, pathetic weak and dumb.
Thwarted and fallen, appallingly unproductive.
The torment insurgence transforms me destructive.
I'm useless and failing, increasingly alien,
these aint excuses, it's depression I'm wailing.
I'm left handed, right handed, ADHD,
depression, self loathing and anxiety.
My ambition went missing with drive and dreams,
my confidence in submission to doubt that gleams,
these parasites co-ordinate as an efficient team.
My one weapon is hope, and hope is supreme.
7/6/2019
231: two minutes, thirty one seconds divided 2038
From be a perfect 365 days. Curses in evening where the
warmth of summers mind me. The sun centers it's self perfect to make annoy many. They recovery of a spacecraft
found on the Martian surface domants the news. People in New York taste the centery old bottles of rye recovered from a restoration project In the Valley of the sun, a large price of tourquise is recovered with a large diamond attached to it. The album " Soothing Sounds" wins song of the year. Ultra bun jeans are banned in four states. And a woman from Giza says she's pregnant by aa alien from a world light years away from earth. I found a station on mountain radio that plays "new game music" I get my red juice number four and smoke my pipe. My wife walks in and I asks her to dance We decided that day to sell the business and move back down in the valley. IWe decided a room on the cruise ship would get us by until we bought a home. One day we went walking and a fast moving food truck went by I flag the man down, I told him people walk here, slow that contraption down. He smiled and offered me two free homemade soydogs. I ate them and fell in love. Went home and made my own recipe. Eggs, soy flour, dried veggies, liquid smoke, spices , broth and pureed meat. I put red beet juice in em to make it red you know, people love em! Absolutely love em! I made four million in three years, that's how good this stuff is man! Relish and onions will have you grinning for days. My wife told me "honey" flour ain't never tasted so good; I told her causes it mine baby, all cause it's mine" she laugh, thinking it was funny, but I made a lot of money here, now I am selling. Piggy bank sale, it's all yours!
Mr. Kravchenko, a Ukrainian—
he’s human too,
though he appears heartless, almost alien.
He just saw his daughter, a newborn,
then duty called him back to the army,
thinking, “Will my baby ever get the chance to hug me?”
John, a lawyer, carrying the ambitions of his folks.
Last week, he handled his first case.
Little did he know, when he walked out of the house,
that would be the last time
he’d see his mother’s smiling face
.
Then there’s Craig, the best hockey player.
Little did he know his friend was a true traitor—
a reincarnation of Judas.
He intentionally shattered his leg,
turning a life of buying
into a life of begging.
To every hustle, there’s a downside.
To every hustle, there’s an upside.
But hustle itself is an uncalculated risk
without God on your side.
I dream of a world
A world where peace
And peace alone reigns;
And where violence is unheard;
Where people live without fear
With heads held high and in esteem,
And where sustenance of life
Is ruled by mutual trust,love and respect;
And in my Dreamland
Jealousy,hatred and treachery,
The three most vicious agents of Evil
Have not found space to enter
And therefore the land is
In a state of perpetual tranquillity;
In my Dreamland there is no corruption
And is a place of Angel's envy;
As here women and children are safe
And held in high esteem;
Where men see traits of women within them,
By way of Love and compassion shown to
Fellow human beings and likewise,
Women see traits of men within them,
By way of rising up to face
Any untoward happenings when men are away,
With tact and chivalry and showing
No signs of panic whatsoever;
I ask, can this world of ours
Ever change into my land of Dream?
Or Am I to go in search of this Land
Through the astronomer's telescope
In a planet for and away,
An alien Land of envy.
You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours.
Cliche' you say....oh yes. It seems to be the way
the way to get "poets" to read what you write
but the way I see, it's just not right.
"Your poems are so wonderful! You are the best!
I'll keep reading yours and the heck with the rest.
And by the way, thank you for reading all of mine.
The comment you left had me feeling totally divine."
If you don't like something I write, please just ignore.
Don't tell me it's excellent if you think it's a bore.
I don't need or want fake words of glory and praise.
Perhaps my time in PS is diminishing to mere days.
It was fun for a while, but it's become an alien site.
Its colorful past is being painted in black and white.
No one enters contests, and I can see the reasons why.
If you'd admit the truth, you know that's not a lie.
Thank you to all the ones who are kind and caring.
The ones I came to know, who to me they were sharing
a glimpse of who they really are. I can tell the fakes.
Don't be fooled by those who offer poison to you in cake.
I realize this will make me the brunt of many a joke.
That's alright with me because I've taken the first poke.
But I won't turn the other cheek. I've no fear of what is said.
And I'll understand if my poems are no longer being read.
I am not worthy to tackle
this subject. To battle
‘The meaning of life’.
A culmination of hope and
a persistence to overcome
that which we cannot face.
With no prior warning
we are thrust into life. No understanding
of that by which we are bound.
We often cannot find
true happiness imbedded within our mind.
We are unable to comprehend
that we in fact all alien beings, it contradicts
that which we see all about us.
Oneness is a contradiction of individuality.
There is no ‘meaning of life’ per se,
life just happens to be that way.
The ‘meaning of life’ for you
is most probably that which you might wish to be.
But we are all different fish
in an ocean of millions, all with a different wish.
The ‘meaning of life’ is as complex as life itself.
I’ll let someone more worthy than I contemplate this subject. Someone who can adequately express in words this most challenging concept.
The meaning of life -
until then, remains a mystery.
Paris idol,
Count of Monte Cristo square,
An angle,
Some graffiti red and purple,
At the last moment I paint:
Phantoms of vampires,
Sarcophagus in pyramid glass,
Portraits in the Louvre castle,
Milady dame,
I'm no longer a donor for this alien dragon,
Abel's blood cries,
This cry goes to the sky,
Two angels,
Lot's house,
Rue du Bac,
Chapel of the Miraculous Medal,
The night,
Notre-Dame in flames,
Fire has the form of the cathedral,
Above this country hexagonal,
Mont Saint Michel like a continent in contrast,
Yellow before blue light, cyan,
Here I'm condemned in orange,
"If they do it when the wood is green, what will happen when it's dry?!",
"Weep for yourselves and for your child",
The natural rainbow appears just now,
To require the blood from beast Cain,
That city full of formal and informal crimes,
Stones of Herod's Temple,
I build my Defense
By the Lamb and Lion,
Like precursor and forerunner Ivanhoe knight,
Too - the count by Mother Immaculate,
Lofty line of Bethlehem star,
On signature of Jonas' sign,
They disregard in vain,
In malignant blindness,
Even she, Lot's wife —
Open eyes shut —
Look at the sanhedrin of Caiaphas,
cardinal maniac Illuminati over time,
Death cap, warning,
A destroying angel over this town,
Amanita all in glossy pale,
Grow worse toward nuclear weapon,
Never to taste,
Chain reaction inside,
Dark hole, femme fatale eats all dwarfs,
Equals in bad,
Like Napoleon Bonaparte at the battle of Berezina,
Bullying fate in dance macabre,
Olympic gold medal for Salome and Herodias,
The gymnast from the exterior courtyard,
Without oil and vine,
In vain asking water from this market named "The Ladies' Delight",
Say my lighthouse on this very toxic planet, going to collapse,
Jean Valjean on Champ de Mars,
In my hand some flagrant clouds,
In flight.
"Alpha Mnemonic"
Word
Image
without the image
no word
Language
a disease
communicable
by mouth
Alpha from brain
Omega passed
on her tongue
to yours
Ancient codex
genetically kissed
dispersed with
music intonation
gutteral
romantic
cerebral
never rehearsed
language
a virus formed
Mnemonic
from where exactly,
Within?
ad lib
ad lucem
ad libitum
from somewhere
other birthed
codex ancient
Alpha alien
genetic
hive driven
we are observed
writhing in our smalls
amphibian brained
we are still
loud embryos
clashing and clinging
unjust
we are
just learning exotic
movements
within our
blue pitri plate
circular in motion
we are agitated
not calm, chasing long versed
pre-recorded, re-rehearsed tales
a breath blown over us
language divides us
in love and belief
a disease
we are
we think
we speak
we spread
our languages
communicable
by eyes that
envision dreams
of others within
we are not knowing
with clandestined
futures and
over-ripe mouths
to succour
we simulate
ad lib
ad lucem
ad libitum
sensual
cold
science
hot and feverish
we lie
in bed
with irreverent
romantic fate
Omega
ohm resistant
high voltage
across the conductor
Always equal
Metaphors of unity
become
the Sequel
Blissfully ignorant
Ripe Red currents
juiced up and
Blue buries itself
warm palmed
on a soft beating breast
Ideology and
Romance
arrive
late
Memory
lost in the
Alpha
Mnemonic
Stuck in
the warm
and sticky
we grow cold
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Language is a Virus" / Laurie Anderson
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